It’s the expectations that’ll kill ya, and I’m just trying to drag you back from the edge that doesn’t exist for me, except as an extension of yourself as an extension of my heart…

I won’t be happy until you are.

Is that a healthy dependency.. I don’t know, depends on your will to go forward. Depends on whether you can redefine what your worth means.. Is it too much for me to force that on you, I don’t know. Yes. Maybe. Hard for me to see you sitting in the abyss as such…

I am not my own anymore, haven’t been for the last three years. Please stay until the end. We have a long way to go.

If you think I’m on drugs when you see me dance, well you’re halfway right. There’s been something burning through my veins with a vengeance and the bass kicks in as the catalyst for the most unstable kind of chemical reaction.

Body, acidic, I’mma devastate the dance floor, nuclear warhead style, get these people blinking from the wreckage like where did that come from…

(I wrote that, but I don’t really like it. Oh well, I’ll leave it here and edit it to be better later).

Dizzy from want
heads I win tails we
lose
(what more could be
lost)
I have given so much
4 minutes left until the future-
Utopia or
apocalypse,

can’t decide to run
towards a cliff that could be an
oasis
Oh such sweet mirages
in my head
(three minutes)
Oh Doctor let it be good news.
praying for the benign
praying for enough heat to keep warm
without being set on